In fact, just last week we were taking a family walk after work/school and T.J. was unhappy with the route we were taking and I got the first (though I'm sure not last) "MOM, YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!"
Paul and I were shocked right into fits of laughter, which then prompted T.J. to then yell "It's NOT funny!" He's wrong - it was hilarious. When we stopped laughing at his angst - again, mind you it was over the DIRECTION we were walking down the road for a 15 minute stroll before dinner - we tried to tell him how ridiculous he was being. He was in no condition to listen to us, but if nothing else it gave us a glimpse of what the future may bring.
Tristan is not immune to anger fits himself. Just tonight he did something so appalling (spit at T.J. during an argument - again, a VERY important argument: whose book got read first at bedtime) that he got immediately ejected from the family and sent straight to bed. Well, then he got even more upset because now he wasn't going to get a bedtime book at all - so he started crying uncontrollably.
The next thing I know, he's sneaking out of his room - I try sending him back, but what's that he's done? Oh yeah, he's gotten himself so worked up that he threw up in his bed. Nothing like a kid's attitude causing the parents more work. He even goes so far as to try to blame me for making him cry which then led to the vomiting. Unfortunately he leaves out the whole spitting incident as the true catalyst.It seems as though our dynamic duo is 5 going on 15.
Suppose Austin's a devil in training and not far behind with his incessent need to look straight at us while tossing his food off his high chair tray. At his sitter's he's even taken to stripping his crib of all toys, blankets, sheets, and even the mattress itself - so he can jump up and down on the wooden frame instead of taking a nap. Look - you can totally see the deviousness in his eyes!
Ah, one day at a time...
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